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Cuck Conquests

Posted 1 day ago by Cory

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I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.

I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.

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Yoga Bitch Beat Down

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”

I  chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”

She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.

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Tami’s Car Ride

Posted 3 days ago by Anna

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Mommy was taking Tami on a special car ride. She told Tami to behave and got her dressed in a beautiful pink frilly sissy dress, with her pwastic pants underneath, and little ankle socks, mary janes, and a beautiful pink sissy bow. Mommy Anna brought Tami over to the car and tried to shove her baby girl in her car seat but Tami began to kick, kick, kick profusely. That’s when Mommy gave Tami her final warning.

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I was just minding my own business, while trying to navigate the bustling aisles of the local superstore. Which, let’s be honest, is already a comedic goldmine on any given day. My basket was precariously stacked with various impulse buys when I noticed a dude a few feet ahead of me acting a little…uh…shifty.

He was wearing these beige cargo shorts. In hindsight, they didn’t exactly help camouflage the emerging situation. He kept adjusting his stance, almost like he was doing a subtle, internal dance battle with himself. I initially just thought he had a really itchy butt. Or was perhaps auditioning for a very niche interpretive dance troupe in the cereal aisle. But then I spotted a distinct, darkening patch at the front of his shorts.

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The Casino

Posted 3 weeks ago by Anna

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Miss Anna got a gig at a local Casino as a Cocktail waitress. She prowled around every night amongst high rollers and whores looking for someone to play with. Finally, she stumbled upon a kind gentleman. She offered him a drink, and he obliged.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When it comes to men, nothing gets my heart racing quite like the idea of cuckolding them. The thought of an alpha male, confident and in control, losing his dominance to a stronger rival – it’s just the thing to get me wet! So, often, I set out to make it happen.

It started with my boyfriend’s friend, a strapping young man with a cocky attitude. I’d catch him staring at me when we were out together, and I could sense his attraction. I played the game, flirting with him innocently at first, then with increasing boldness. I could see the tension building between us, and my boyfriend was entirely oblivious to it! Until he wasn’t. lol

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Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.

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Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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Mommy Anna was so impressed with how well-behaved Victoria Kate had been the past couple months. She still had Victoria Kate’s phone in her possession, confiscated from her, and Mommy saw that Victoria Kate’s exes kept sending her dick pics. Mommy Anna simply tossed the phone and told herself: ‘’oh no my Victoria Kate will never see you or your pathetic cocks’’.

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Mikey's Misadventure into The Dumps

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Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.

But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.

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